/slinks over to fanfiction after a year
uuuh hey guys. So I'm back, for the time being, with this story as my main priority. I enjoy writing short (emphasis on short) one-shots so here we go! I quite disliked the evil Chaos version of Dark, so I replaced it with this. Of course, this being uploaded after MoA came out ;_; Hope you don't hate me. R&R
Darkness.
That's all they could see. Percy grasped for Annabeth, falling in front of him. No, he thought. He couldn't lose her, not now. It was dark everywhere, debris flying everywhere. The light above where they came from was already fading fast.
Percy enveloped Annabeth in his arms, hoping for the best. It was overwhelming. The hatred of monsters boiled up beneath them. Like a vacuum, everything was pulled down, and into the wrath of Tartarus. Rocks, metal, and bits of everything hit both of them all over their bodies.
They were born of a hero's fate, of 2 prophecies. Unlucky them. First the Titan War, and now they were stuck falling to find the Doors of Death. It seemed impossibly long, with Annabeth's ankle throbbing and the air sharp and cold.
Both shut their eyes hard and tried to relax. Was it possible to relax when falling to your doom? Percy hoped so. Percy's grip was lack, as he was knocked out by a particularly large boulder. Annabeth brushed his hair, hoping he didn't have a concussion.
Annabeth looked up, a mistake, as the power of fear concealed everything. What to do...in this hell hole, Annabeth thought bitterly. Wouldn't Hera want to see their predicament now. She wrapped her arms around Percy, hoping she wouldn't be knocked out. Her eyes were watering and the blackness was coming at an alarming speed.
Please, the prayer echoed, unheard, in the depths of Tartarus.